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Release Date 2019

actor Toby Jones
Duration 2 hours 1 Min
Kelly Reichardt
The first cow movie.


First Cow movie reviews. First cowboy movie. First Cow movie maker. Delete this if it has no place here, but I thought we could discuss it. On the surface level, we see one cow being used for everyone's gains, and presumably, it'll be taken care of and nurtured until tragedy strikes and viewers will feel so bad for the cow. But I'm also assuming that the message will ultimately not be about the cow, but about human connection or something like that. So if we end up seeing this, and we try to bring up how the cow was treated, people will just say that wasn't the point of the movie. I honestly don't know if I should've posted this on here, but I found it interesting that a movie about a cow being brought to America was made at all. Thoughts.

I miss the Ghostbusters theme in this trailer. First Cow movies. First cow movie synopsis. First Cow movie page. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 I think Im going to die here. Im not trying to be fatalistic but things have come apart. Theyre all around us, watching. All we can do is wait. So Ill keep writing. Its better than staring at the screen or the shadows moving between the trees. It all started with the book. “Well? ” I asked, trying to lean over Dodgers shoulder to read from the page he had open. We were perched on a simple dirt trail at the top of an embankment. “Ill give you the SparkNotes in a second, ” he said, glancing up. “Just keep your eyes on our friend. ” I turned to look for Doc. He was sleeping, back against a tree near the edge of the path we were on. Holly was sleeping as well, curled up in the grass not far from Dodger and me. I didnt know how either of them could sleep in the cold. The thin shirt I was wearing provided no protection against the chill. There was a bite in the wind that rustled the trees around us. The night air was crisp and smelled like pine, the stars above us provided an unnatural amount of light. I noticed webs in the forest, billowing silk that fell across the trees like tinsel. The wind stirred the branches and I shivered, wrapping my arms around my chest, trying to keep my body heat from fleeing the sinking ship that was my sorry ass. I couldnt resist looking back towards Dodger. He had the strangest expression on his face, confusion and worry displayed in equal measure. “What does it say? ” I whispered. Dodger shook his head. “Its rambling. Part journal, part I dont even fucking know. ‘ He dies and the world dies with Body fails, the Mind begins to reach. Theres just so much weirdness here. Little slices of crazy scrawled across the pages along with a daily journal. ” “Whats the journal about? ” I asked, leaning closer. “Doc. About one of his trips here. If this is right, ” Dodger flipped between pages, “then Doc and his group were here for Years? It doesnt make sense. But it does seem to be from Docs point of view. Jesus, listen to this, ‘He waits on the cliff, attended by the taken/we all hold our borrowed breath, from dying dreams He awakens. Kinda fucking odd, dont ya think? ” “Everything here is odd, ” I mumbled. “Everything is wrong. ” Doc and Holly were both maimed by the trip. Josh. I couldnt stop thinking about Joshs final words. I dont want to die here. The house trapped him, pressed the air from his lungs and the life from his body. Slowly, horribly. “Christ, ” Dodger whispered, flipping towards the end of the book. He looked up at me, his sharp, blue eyes catching me. “Docs friends. So many people died here. ” I moved so I could see the book. Dodger didnt protest. The handwriting was a mad scramble, black ink stagger-dancing across the page. What I saw was part-journal, part-poem or maybe a fever dream. “The blind seer has shown me. He is fragile, He holds us on shattered shoulders. We walk through Him, we must tread gently. Should he stir, history remembers and recoils. His name is the whip of the ages, ” I read to myself. The rambling verses rushed together into more conventional prose. “Day 88: Johnathon fell down this morning and could not get up. The blood loss was too much for him. We took turns dragging him, none of us had the strength to carry him, not while he struggled weakly like a gutted fish. Annie wanted to bury him but this isnt a place to waste anything. Who knows what the doors ahead might-” “Where did you find that? ” Doc asked from behind us. Id let myself get distracted. I wasnt watching him, hadnt seen him approach. His footfalls were muffled by the fallen pine needles covering the ground. Doc stood on the path looked ragged in his torn flannel, gray hair tousled and stuck with leaves from where hed slept against a tree. He didnt look angry, or concerned. His well-wrinkled eyes just looked tired. Dodger closed the black book and leveled it like a dueling pistol at Doc. “Be honest with me: are you completely fucking crazy? ” “Calm down, ” Doc said. Dodger stood up. I sheepishly followed. It felt like wed been caught snooping through Docs privacy. Then I thought of the unsettling scribbling in the book and I felt considerably less guilty. “Dont tell me to calm down, ” Dodger said, taking a step towards Doc. Doc stood his ground but raised his mangled hands. “Easy. Ill answer whatever questions you have, just take it easy. ” “Im as easy as a goddamn Sunday morning, ” Dodger snapped. Doc made a soothing motion with his hands. “Dont raise your voice. ” “Im not, ” Dodger said, raising his voice. I glanced around trying to peer through the shadows between the trees. Did I hear the faint ripple of chimes or was it my imagination? Either way, a slow, animal dread climbed my spine like a ladder. “Dodger, ” I whispered in warning. “Whats going on? ” The raised voices must have woken Holly. She stood just off the path, her skinned hand wrapped in Docs flannel. Even in the low light, I could see the bundle was soaked dark red. Holly took a step towards the rest of us, stumbled, caught herself. Her injury was clearly taking its toll but she seemed the most composed out of the four of us. “Dont yell, ” Holly said. “Sorry, ” Dodger said, sounding frustrated but cowed. “But something isnt right here. ” He tapped the book. “Its like an immune system, ” Holly continued, ignoring Dodger. “This house. Its responding to us like were pathogens. ” She looked at the bloody flannel covering her hand. “When we get afraid, upset, thats how it detects us, I think. ” “Germs it wants to squash, ” Doc muttered. “Okay, ” Dodger said, pacing on the path, glaring at Doc. “Fine. Well be calm. But I want to know about the book, I want to know how many people died before you brought us here. ” “Where did you get the book? ” Doc asked. “Did you bring it from my study or did you find it here in the house? ” “What does it matter? ” Dodger responded. I remembered the second, false study wed passed through, the re-creation. “If you got it here, you cant trust it, ” Doc said. “The house is only trying to get to you, to piss you off. ” The wind cut again across the path and I shivered. The trees with their tatters of web and leaves seemed to bob up and down eagerly as if they were listening. It dawned on me then how much I hated the house, as if it were a living thing. Perhaps it was. And like all too many living things, the house appeared so needlessly cruel. If Holly was right and we were triggering some kind of immune response, why did it have to hurt us so much? Dodger shook his head. “Maybe, maybe, I dont know. What I do know is I dont trust you, Doc. ” “We need to stick together, ” I chimed in, feeling like a child trying to pipe up at the adult table. “Why did you line us up with Josh in the back when we first started? ” Dodger asked, ignoring me. “I dont understand what you mean, ” Doc replied. “You put us in a very particular order, ” Dodger ticked off a count with his thin fingers, drumming them against the cover of the black book. “Holly, you, me, Aaron, Josh. You put us in that exact order. Why? ” “No reason, just so we could move single-file. ” “Bullshit, ” Dodger spat. “You put Josh in the back because he was the biggest, he was the most likely to get stuck in that fucking hallway. And if hed been in front, we all would have been stuck. ” “Listen to yourself, Dodger, ” Doc countered. “Youre paranoid, seeing patterns in randomness. The rooms here, youve seen it, they dont make sense. Theyre unpredictable. How could I have known wed even pass through that hall? ” Doc held up his maimed hands. The bandages around what was left of his fingers were stained brown and shredded to rags. “Does it look like I know what this crazy house is doing? Something has riled it up, much worse than Ive ever seen it, and youre not helping. That book is s like a nest of wasps youre carrying. Its affecting your judgment. ” Doc reached out and Dodger pulled back. “No, no, I havent sorted it all out yet, but this is screwy, ” Dodger said. He pointed to Doc with the book. “You stay here, well go on and look for the next door. Once were out of here well, I dont know, send help. ” “Thats not going to work, Dodger, ” Holly said, gently. “We cant leave anyone. ” Doc glanced to me. “Ill need your help. Just hold him for a sec, I think the book is fucking with him. We need to separate them. ” I opened my mouth, not sure how to respond, but Dodger was already pulling up defensively. “Dont try it, ” he warned me. I wasnt really planning to, I thought. Doc took a step towards Dodger. “Hey, just calm-” Dodger shoved Doc backward. Doc stumbled, eyes wide, then pushed back. In the blink of an eye, they were on each other. I heard chimes ripple somewhere deep in the woods. “Hey, ” Holly, yelled, trying to pull them apart. “Stop. ” I did my best to wrap my arms around Dodger and separate him from Doc, but he was strong for someone so wiry. While I was pulling from behind, Doc suddenly lunged forward past Holly and he and Dodger collided. The two of them went off the path, rolling down the embankment at our side. Holly and I could only watch as they slipped out of sight into the treeline. “Idiots, ” Holly whispered, then she was moving, sliding down after the pair. I did my best to ignore the quiet chiming all around us as I followed. We found Doc at the edge of the treeline, scraped but unhurt. Dodger was deeper in the woods. As I came down the slope I saw Doc scramble towards Dodger, grab his arm as best he could and try to drag him back to us. “Help, ” Doc shouted, turning towards Holly and me. “Quick. ” The starlight was weak here in the shadows of the tall trees. But even in the low light I could see the panic animating Dodgers face. Thats when I noticed the webs, what seemed like acres of them, covering the forest floor like dust in an abandoned house. They started near the treeline and Dodger had landed at the edge of them, half stuck. He was thrashing. “Please, ” he called out. “Oh, God please pull me out. ” I heard hissing from farther back in the trees. A shadow the size of a large house cat dropped from nearby branches. It was a spider, dark brown and bloated. The thing was hissing as it cautiously approached Dodger. His panic intensified. Dodger was hyperventilating and I saw him tear small patches of clothing and skin as he struggled to pull himself free. The spider suddenly skittered forward, fast as a whip crack. But Holly was ready, the toe of her boot catching the thing under its left legs as it came close to Dodger. It flew back, making a sound uncomfortably close to a shriek. The spider rolled as it fell, then reared up on its back legs, exposing its underside. Its belly split vertically and I saw a set of perfect, flat teeth. A human mouth nearly the length of the spiders torso opened. The shriek came again from the thing, then a gurgling sound, like it was choking. Or maybe it was laughing at us. It made one half-lunge forward, then pulled back, skittering off back up the tree it fell from. “Help me, ” Doc yelled. I tore my gaze away from the high branches where the shadow of the spider had disappeared to find Doc still pulling at Dodger. Holly had situated herself behind Dodger, stepping carefully to avoid as much webbing as possible. She was leaning into Dodger, pushing. I joined Doc and pulled from the other side, struggling to ignore the terrible certainty I had that the laughing spider would fall from the branches above onto my back at any moment. Dodger was more hindrance than help, still thrashing against the webbing and us. Hysteria had a firm grasp on Dodgers mind for the moment. It felt like hours, though it must have been only moments, when Dodger finally ripped free with a sound like bedsheets tearing. All four of us stumbled back. I saw more movement on the forest floor. Spiders, some as large as a hand, and many others nearly as big rolled towards us like a living carpet. We scrambled, running and tripping back up the embankment. “Shit, ” Holly screamed. Shed been the farthest back, and I saw her kicking out desperately, trying to shake loose a few palm-sized spiders that had latched onto her legs. I turned to help pull her up the rest of the slope. Doc reached out, as well, and even Dodger had recovered enough composure to grab Hollys arm and pull. The four of us landed back on the dirt trail. Dodger tore off his shirt and began whipping it down at Hollys legs, attempting to knock the creatures away. One of the spiders was torn away and Holly shrieked. The thing had been holding on with the human teeth on its belly and ripped a long piece of denim and flesh away from her calf. The spider landed near me, rearing up in mimicry of its larger relative, hissing. I was very glad Id worn heavy hiking boots on this trip. My heel came down on the creature like a gavel and there was a madly satisfying crunch. The other spider was on Hollys ankle, stubbornly holding on. Dodger couldnt seem to knock it loose. Quick as a gunslinger, Doc shot a hand out and grabbed the creature between his thumb and what remained of his fingers. With an efficient jerk, Doc popped the thing from Hollys leg, taking denim and skin with it. Holly rolled away, letting out a weak spurt of vomit, whether from the pain or venom I didnt know. Doc tried to fling the spider away but it had wrapped legs like knitting-needles around his fingers. He stared down at it in disgust. Instead of biting, the palm-sized horror pulled back and spit a thin stream of murky liquid directly into Docs face. He screamed, ugly and raw, and fell to the ground. The impact knocked the spider free. This time it was Dodgers boot that came down, heavy and final. Doc was writhing on the ground, hands over his face, moaning. Holly was curled in the fetal position, a small puddle of sick next to her. She was silent. Dodger and I stood frozen. Then, like a dead clock jarred back into operation, we both moved at the same instant. I scanned the trail frantically for any signs of spiders. It seemed none of them had followed us up the embankment except the two attached to Holly. Dodger dropped down next to her, cradling her neck and tearing his shirt into a tourniquet, wrapping it around the leg both creatures had bitten. “For the venom, ” he said when he noticed me looking over. We waited there for ten or fifteen minutes before Doc and Holly could move. Hollys pulse was rapid, her pupils dilated and skin clammy, but she was able to move with assistance. I prayed whatever venom was in her wasnt lethal. In the real world, I knew most spider bites aren't deadly, but the wildlife in this house made the worst parts of Australia look like a petting zoo. Doc, despite not being bit, was doing much worse. His face was a pulpy mess, red and swollen and wet. Worst of all were his eyes, clouded with a milky grey film. “Its really dark, ” Doc said after sitting in silence for a long time. “I cant. I cant…” “Well fix it, ” Dodger promised, still next to Holly. “Its just temporary. ” He sat shivering, holding Holly close. I could tell Dodger blamed himself for her injury, probably for Docs, as well. Personally, I saw it all as a big clusterfuck. Just like the entire trip through the house. An ongoing accident unfolding over the course Days? I struggled to track exactly how long since we went through the blue door. I was hungry and I was cold and I needed a drink like a god needs worship but all I could do was dab uselessly at Docs eyes with my sleeve and squeeze his shoulder. He looked small, frail, sitting with his face down and arms wrapped around his knees, more like a kid than a man at the tail-end of middle age. Dodger looked drawn out as well, thin and pale. I doubt I looked much better. d been through the wringer. Even though she was the smallest of all of us, the most hurt (I guess Doc could argue that point) even with all of that she was the one to keep us moving. “We have to go, ” she said, bracing against Dodger to pull herself up. The action seemed to cause a wave of nausea to hit her but she swallowed it down. “Staying here just means dying slow. ” “Might be better than dying fast, ” Dodger muttered, but he was standing as well, propping an arm around Holly, which got him a nod of thanks. She removed her tourniquet. “Its not going to make much difference now, and we have a lot of walking to do, ” Holly told Dodger, handing him back the torn remains of his shirt. But thank you. ” I helped Doc to his feet and played the dual roles of crutch and seeing-eye dog. We were a sad little parade walking together on the trail. But we were still moving. There was perpetual night in the forest. Im not sure how many hours we followed the path but the sun should have gone up, if there was a sun to rise. Strange voices called out to us from the dark of the woods. They whispered and they threatened in half-formed words or garbled languages. I remembered the spiders with the human mouths on their bellies and I sent a prayer to anything listening that whatever was in the trees would stay there. The trail terminated in an open clearing. White wicker furniture dominated the space. Chairs and lounges and tables lay scattered on the manicured grass. There was more light in the clearing and the moon shone blue-white and low to the ground. At one edge of the glade was a massive movie screen. It looked so surreal, standing on its own with no walls for support. “We should move on, ” I suggested. “Quickly. ” The words had hardly left my mouth before I heard chimes from the woods around us. “Shit, ” whispered Dodger. The clearing was surrounded by faceless children. Even though her features were only a blur, I recognized Hollys abandoned imaginary friend standing at the edge of the forest. Dozens of other blank forms encircled us. In the trees above them, dark shadows moved and made gibbering noises, skittering from branch to branch. “What is it? ” Doc asked. “You genuinely dont want to know, ” Dodger said. “Werrounded. ” “Why arent they moving? ” Holly asked, leaning against Dodger for support. There was a dull silver gleam on the massive screen. I couldnt see a projector but detected the faint pop and whirl of celluloid film. I sank into the nearest wicker chair. “Maybe were supposed to watch a movie. ” After a few moments of hesitation, everyone else found a seat. Dodger and Holly kept scanning the treeline. “I have a strong feeling were not going to like whatever we see, ” Dodger muttered. Doc chuckled, a sound that rolled into an exhausted laugh. I think he could sense us staring at him. Doc winked one cloudy, blind eye. “Of all the shit the house could throw at me, watching a film is the one Im least afraid of. ” The insanity of the trip, of finding our group stuck in a clearing, surrounded by monsters, forced to watch a fucking movie, it broke something in me. I laughed. After a moment, Dodger and Holly joined in, the laughter of the tired and lost. Weve been sitting here waiting for nearly an hour for the movie to start, long enough for me to type this up. My phones battery, modern wonder that it is, wont last much longer, so Im keeping it off as much as possible. The ring of blurred faces hasnt gone away but it hasnt come closer, either. Holly is doing worse. She keeps throwing up and shivering. Doc, somehow, is sleeping. “Do you still have the book? ” I mouthed to Dodger as we waited. He only shook his head then looked back to Holly as she shuddered next to him. I could feel Dodgers guilt, and his fear, but I was having trouble feeling anything at all. Only tired.

When a toddler, one drinks mother's milk. Later cows. Gratitude is at the crux of hindu core values. Be it your mother, cows or teachers. Just because you find meat to be tasty, how could a civilization kill the food giving cow? This is same as - would you abandon your parents i when you gain a working mind of your own? Cowis an important part of hindu history. Indians historically have had cow's milk. In arab countries for example, ppl have had camels' milk. Especially when that food in itself is Milk is the cheapest and most nutritious food. Pigs and chicken are exclusively raised for meat unlike a second mother - cow. in hindu culture, you don't kill the one that gives you food. If only you had come out of your bias, you will see the reason. Although I know you were sarcastic, I am putting this out for readers.

Wow Josh. That was well nerve racking. It could have gone well wrong but it didnt nice one. Nice that you neighbour helped you couldnt have done it with out his help. Mooooo to the woooooo 👍🏻. Okay so what Im getting is the doll has always been possessed, it lures bait to take care of it, for example the first guy was being used by it And for a long time it seems since he was an adult, but now the doll is being threatened at the early stages of manipulation on the boy, and he might actually die so he finally reveals his true nature.

First Cow movie database. First cow movie trailer. Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 I guess in a way I could look at it as an early Christmas present. If it wasnt for the overwhelming craving for raw meat, not being able to control my actions, and incredibly painful transformation. Oh, and there is the whole having to fight to the death against her older sisters and their lovers. Apparently, they want to sacrifice her to some demon fuck to fulfill an old family tradition. Yeah…there are really only negatives thinking about it now. But the things we do for love and all that… It all started when I met this girl, Eri. She worked part-time at the library of the university I attended. I would go there on occasion to study and generally just to relax. Ill be the first to say Im not great at making friends, just talking to people, in general, is a hassle for me if Im honest. Especially when it comes to talking with women, Ill tell ya I was the champion of missed relationship opportunities. With Eri, it was different, she was the one who initially approached me. It was just small chats here and there since we saw each other pretty regularly, Id also help her study when I found out she was struggling with a few courses that I did pretty well in. Eventually, I asked her out. She rejected me, she said she wasnt looking to have a relationship. It wasnt something she wanted, and I was alright with that. For about a year after, we would regularly do things together. It got to the point where we were essentially dating, though without the label. I remember bringing this up with Eri at one point. Wed then have this strange conversation where she told me she wanted to have a relationship, just that she didnt want to ruin my life. I laughed at the time, thinking about how she could possibly do that. Eri didnt laugh about it… Then we jump to a couple weeks ago when I learned just what she meant. We were out that night with some friends at a local bar to celebrate a birthday, her birthday. It was the day she turned twenty-one. After most everyone had left to head home, I found Eri sulking near the windows, just staring into her reflection. I could tell she was miles away mentally. I took a seat across from her. She had been upbeat for most of the night, so seeing her depressed like this was concerning. “Whats got you so down? ” I asked, taking a glance outside at the snow-covered city streets. “My sister is going to kill me…” She answered. “Why? Do something to piss her off? ” Eri let out a laugh and shook her head. “No…its just my family being themselves. ” “Anything I can do to help? Kind of a drag to see you down like this on your own birthday. ” I said. She tilted her head towards me. “Can you come with me somewhere? I dont want to be alone tonight. ” We ended up driving out of the city, taking numerous side roads and turns. I was unsure of where we were even at, but I trusted Eri. Eri parked the car when we arrived at this parking lot high up on a hill overlooking the city. We were miles and miles away, the city only some bright lights in the distance. There was no one else out there, just us. “So, something you wanted to talk about? ” I asked. I hadnt noticed it on the drive over, but Eri was in tears. She looked over at me, her lips quivering. “I…Im sorry. ” Eri muttered, before quickly pressing her lips to mine. She crawled over the seat on top of me and began undressing. “Wait! Why are you doing this? ” I asked, pulling my face away from her. “I need this…” Was all she said and continued kissing me. I accepted it. It was something I had wanted for a long time, and I went along with it. After it was over, the two of us were lying together in the back of her car. She hadnt stopped crying, and now she was even more of a wreck. I couldnt help but feel awful like I had taken advantage of her. This wasnt the situation I wanted… “Its going to hurt. ” Eri sobbed. “What is? ” I asked. “The transformation. ” After she said that, I felt a surge of nausea rush over me. Not wanting to vomit in her car, I quickly opened up the back door and spewed out onto the ground. I thought I would only vomit a bit, but it kept coming and coming. I fell out of the car into the mess, and this agonizing pain wracked my entire body as my skin felt like it had been lit on fire. I screamed in pain as I crawled across the ground. There was something very wrong that was happening to me. I looked back at Eri and noticed she was holding up her hand. It had this dim purple glow emanating from her palm. “What…what are you-” I couldnt finish my sentence before vomiting even more. What was coming up now was not food or alcohol anymore. It was blood. My stomach felt as if it was being ripped to pieces. I tried to beg Eri for help between the bouts of vomiting and debilitating pain. But she only watched me. “It will be over soon. Youre going to be ok. ” I heard her say, her voice sounding muffled. I legitimately thought that I was going to die, that this was it. I continued to beg and plead Eri to do something to help. She was chanting at that point, some words that I couldnt discern, each syllable striking me with yet more pain. The bones in my arms, my legs, were being broken and reshaped. Even my skull I could feel was becoming malformed. My teeth were pushed out of my gums as other longer sharper teeth took their place. I watched as my skin peeled open, and beneath the blood and tissue, I saw black fur. The last thing I remember before everything going black was Eri continuing to apologize. I woke up in the middle of some field miles away from where we were. I was completely naked and lying down beside the massacred corpses of what I think were three cows. They were all stacked in a pile, their bodies ripped to pieces. Organs and limbs were strewn about the place, blood pooled about a good foot in the divot of the ground I was lying in. Needless to say, waking up covered in blood and guts, not to mention naked, sent me into an immediate panic. I crawled through the snow away from the dead cattle and scrambled to my feet. “Hey…” I recognized the voice as Eris, turning around I saw her holding a towel and a bag. “I brought your clothes. Youre gonna need a shower but wiping off what ya cans going to have to work til then. We should also get out of here before the rancher notices this mess…” After cleaning myself off as best I could, I followed her back to her car, and the moment we were inside, I asked. “What the hell happened? ” “You transformed…” She said, not even looking over at me. “Transformed? ” “I wasnt lying to you when I said my sister was going to kill me. My family is cursed by a demon, every generation, when the final daughter that the current matriarch has turns twenty-one, she is forced to fight her older sisters. Only the strongest daughter has the right to continue the family lineage, so if the youngest dies, then the now youngest daughter takes her place, and the cycle continues until there is only one daughter left. Those that die serve as a sacrifice to the demon who cursed our family. ” “The fuck are you talking about? Is this some joke? What the hell does that have to do with me! ” I yelled. “Im not lying to you! I know its confusing-” “Confusing! I woke up covered in gore with no idea how the hell I got there! I am a little more than just confused! ” I cut off Eri, I was just boiling with anger inside. “Just let me explain, please! I dont care if you dont believe me, but you can at least let me explain it to you. ” Eri said, I could see she was the brink of breaking down. “Fine! Explain it to me then. ” I scoffed. “Were witches, Kevin. I am, my sisters are, our mother is. As was my grandmother and her mother and so on and so on. That was the trade-off for the curse. However, our power is limited if we are alone. So, to enhance our abilities, we take on familiars. But you can only turn a person you love…really love into a familiar. And the catch is that they have to love you back. If that happens then, after you have sex with them, they will be turned into a familiar. ” “So what youre saying is Im your familiar? ” I asked, Eri nodded. “What happened to me…just please tell me. ” After I said that, I noticed Eris eyes drop down to her lap. “When a person turns into a familiar, its unknown what they will turn into. But its always a monster, we have no idea what that monster will be ‘til it happens. ” Her fingers gripped tight into her jeans. “Eri…what did I turn into? ” Eri took out her phone and brought up a video she had taken some time after I had…transformed and handed it to me. “I figured if you didnt see it for yourself, you wouldnt believe it. ” The video started with her walking through the field I woke up in. I could hear her ragged breathing behind the camera. Clearly she was terrified. The only light she had to guide her way was a small flashlight. “Kevin! ” Eri called out. There was no response until about a minute later when this low-pitched howl reverberated through the speakers. It was close-by judging by how loud it was. Then there was this god-awful screaming coming from something in the field, sounding as though it was getting tortured. The severed leg of one of the cows came into view, and Eris breathing intensified. “No…It wasnt supposed to be like this…” She said. Pointing the camera up, Eri stopped in front of a pair of glowing red eyes peering at her from the darkness. Whatever was in front of her was snarling, ready to attack. “Kevin…its me. Im not gonna hurt you…” Eris voice was filled with fear. Whatever was in the shadows lunged forward, and I could only get a short glimpse of it. It was covered with black fur and had the head of a wolf. It was huge, much bigger than any wolf should have been and standing on two feet. This creature tackled Eri to the ground, causing the phone to go bouncing across the grass. While I couldnt see what was happening, I could hear it. Eri was crying out in pain for the thing to stop attacking her…for me to stop attacking her. Her cries soon turned to screams and I had to stop the video. My hands were trembling, and I felt sick to my stomach. I looked over at Eri and could see she was holding on to her arm. I lifted up her sleeve and saw she had bloodied bandages wrapped around it. “Oh god…” I said softly. I felt as though the world around me was bending and shifting. To think that I would end up hurting Eri shoved a knife of sorrow through my chest. “Dont worry, we heal pretty quick. Ill be ok. ” “Can you turn me back to normal? ” I asked. Eri shook her head. “Once the process is done, theres no reversing it. ” “What if I kill somebody? What if I end up killing you? ” I tried to keep myself under control, but I was a mess. An anxious and scared mess. “You wont! As long as you dont transform, things will be ok. ” Eri retorted. “Why…why would you do this to me? ” “I dont want to die Kevin! Why is that so hard for you to understand! Doing this to you was my only option, Id never have been able to fight my sisters without a familiar. Believe me, I never wanted to drag you into this. I tried to accept that I was going to die…but yesterday I…I just felt so afraid. Its not fair! I never asked to be born into this fucking family! Im sorry, Kevin, but I need you. ” It was clear she meant every word she had said. I was just in a daze from all of the information overload. The only thing I could understand was that Eri genuinely thought she was in danger. Seeing how upset shed got, I couldnt help but feel sympathetic. There was nothing I could do to change what happened to me. While I was far from accepting it, I knew there were other concerns. “Can we just head back to the city? I dont want to be out here any longer. “We can head back to my apartment. You can get cleaned up there. ” Eri started up the car, and we began our drive back. “I guess I cant really go around campus covered with some dry blood, people would be a little concerned. Hey, what did you mean when you said it wasnt supposed to be like this…in the video? ” I asked. “We were unlucky. Usually, a familiar can still control themselves when they are transformed. For you to become something so…wild, its rare. But you can control it if you just keep your emotions in check. You want to avoid becoming too afraid or angry, the monster feeds on those negative emotions. ” “So…I got a werewolf tagging along in my body now, just hanging out? ” I said sarcastically. “Sort of, but I wouldnt say it is the same as a werewolf. The full moon doesnt matter for the transformation. ” “Thats good to know. I was just thinking of how much of a pain it would be to have to schedule around the lunar cycle. And your sisters? Whats the plan with them? ” “They get to decide when to try and kill me and how to do it. All I can do is wait for them to make their move. Theres an order to be followed, so only one of my sisters will be trying to kill me at a time. They can only wait for thirty days before making a move, any longer, and they would end up being killed. ” Eri explained. “Killed by what? ” I asked. Her only response was to shrug her shoulders. “No one knows. ” “Alright, how many sisters do you have? If you dont mind me asking. ” “Nine. ” “Nine! Holy shit…are you close with them at all? I mean, theyre going to try to kill you. I imagine there would be a little distance. ” The moment I said that, I felt Eris phone vibrate in my hand. I noticed that a text had come through. I probably shouldnt have read the text, not wanting to invade her privacy and all, but I couldnt stop myself when I looked down at the screen. “^ Hey E! Just letting you know I got those movie tickets reserved for this weekend. ” The text read, I looked at the sender and saw the name, Miranda. “She is…” I said, holding up Eris phone to her and pointing at the name. “One of my sisters. ” Eri said, taking the phone from me. “Youre going to the movies with her? Shes going to try to kill you, and youre going to the movies together! ” “Miranda is the third oldest daughter her turn wont be for a while, so she has no reason to kill me. It really isnt all that weird. I mean, we had a family get together for thanksgiving. And I just went bowling with Jennifer, my fourth oldest sister last weekend. I mean…I still love them and all. Its just that things have to be this way. Theres nothing any of us can do about it. Its just a fucked-up fate, doesnt mean we cant enjoy the time we have left together. ” Eri said. The idea that they would still try to be a family even when they knew what was going to happen was insane to me. Id have thought youd want to disassociate yourself as much as possible. So that when the time came, you didnt feel anything when you inevitably had to murder each other. Eris family didnt see this tradition of theirs like that, though. They tried to be a family in spite of it. They would try to be decent people in spite of it. But I would soon come to find that everyone in the family shared this common view. When we got back into the city and to Eris apartment complex, she parked outside, and I followed her through the building to her apartment. I had only ever been to her apartment a couple of times. She lived with a roommate, so she wanted to try not to disturb her when possible. We got to her door, and when we went inside, I was hit with the immediate stench of marijuana. Eri shut the door and sighed, walking past me and into the common area of the apartment. “I told you to open the windows if youre gonna do that shit here. ” Eri said as she went to open a couple windows. “Ah shit…sorry Eri…you know I forget stuff…” I head a mans voice and walked in to see a hippie-looking man lounging on a sofa, joint hanging lazily from his mouth as he watched television. “Oh hey bro…” He said to me, not turning his head to look at me. “Youre back, you get my text? ” A young woman dressed in some black clothing and sporting some pretty dark makeup walked in from the hall. When she saw me there was a look of surprise on her face. “Oh, you must be Kevin! E told me all about you. ” The woman examined me closer, I think she was taking in all of the dried blood that still covered a good part of my face and hands. An inquisitive expression formed on her face as she looked back at Eri. “You uh…did…” Eri nodded in response. “Heh…well its nice to meet you Kevin, Im Miranda. Eris sister. That lazy ass on the couch is my boyfriend, Victor. ” “You live together, huh? Sorry, I just…youre planning on killing her, right? ” I asked. “She already told you all that…at some point Ill have to try, I guess. Its not like I want to or anything. ” Miranda leaned against the wall and frowned. I didnt know how to respond. All of this was just so insane to me. Eri led me to the bathroom so I could wash up, it was nice to finally get all of the blood off. Pretty tricky with how stuck on it had become, felt like I had to nearly scrub my skin off. Even after that shower, I still didnt feel fully clean, but Id feel bad running up their water bill. When I hopped out of the shower, I noticed the mirror hanging above the sink. I wiped away the fog and took a look at myself. I had always had a scar on my shoulder ever since I was eight years old. It was from this huge stray dog that attacked me and a couple friends. It had bitten into my shoulder and punctured a decent few holes into it. I remember how afraid I was at that moment since then, Ive never been comfortable around dogs, especially big ones. The scar from that attack was completely gone now like it never happened. At that point the reality of the situation cam crashing down on me. I could have murdered Eri well before her sisters even got the chance. I could have woken up surrounding by the bodies of the family living at that ranch, instead of a few cows. Knowing what I know now, it was a miracle that wasnt the case. I had thought it was strange that the rancher never heard his cattle being slaughtered. Turns out he did, but Eri “convinced” him not to investigate and let her handle it. I got dressed and went back out to the living room and found that only Miranda was here. She was lounging on the sofa, reading through some medical textbook. “If youre curious, Eri went to work. She wanted to take you with her, but she was already running really late. ” “Looks like Im walking back then…” I sighed. “I can give you a ride over if you want. ” Miranda offered. I could tell by her expression she saw my apprehension about taking her up on that. “You dont trust me I take it. ” “Im still coming to terms with the fact that the girl I loved turned me into a werewolf…and is a witch. I dont know where to begin with the whole family blood prophecy shit. I mean it sounds like the plot to a B-movie. Lets just say Im not in a trusting mood today. ” I replied. “A werewolf…wow, thats pretty fucked. ” Miranda said with a laugh. “So Ive been told. Guess I won the lottery on transformations. Your boyfriend is he a…what were they called again? ” “Familiar. And yeah, hes mine. ” “What monster did he turn out to be? ” “I shouldnt tell you…but I feel kinda inclined to since you told me about yourself. Ill give yea a hint. ” Miranda held her index fingers behind her head like horns and made nodded her head back and forth to emanate a bull. Looking at this goofy display, I had a hard time believing this girl was a witch, let alone someone capable of killing anyone. “Right, I get it, you can stop now. ” I said, trying to hold back my laughter. “Know what, I think Ill take you up on that ride. ” As we were driving to the campus, Miranda kept bombarding me with tidbits of information about Eri. She just seemed like a relatively normal doting older sister who was excited to meet her little sisters boyfriend. She asked a lot of personal questions, more than I was really comfortable with answering. The more we talked, the more harmless she seemed to be. “I have to ask…do you really think you could kill Eri? It seems like you really love her. ” I asked, as we pulled into the campus parking lot. Miranda went silent, and her face dropped. “I dont know…probably not. I mean I wouldnt want to kill any of my family, just the thought of its horrible. If I could, I would want to find another way. ” She responded. “Is this really how it has to be? ” Miranda nodded her head. “Weve looked for another solution in the past, but nothings worked. ” I noticed that a look of concern flashed across Mirandas face as she looked out the windshield. I followed her eyes and saw she was looking at this short girl who was standing with this athletic-looking guy. They were digging around in the trunk of a car. Without saying anything, Miranda got out of the car and began walking towards them. Confused, I got out and followed her. “Lia? What are you doing here? ” Miranda asked. The short girl, Lia, turned around and glared over at Miranda. The fact that Miranda knew her name was the first thing that threw up a red flag in mind. “You already know why. Whos this? A boy toy of yours? ” Lia said eyeing me up and down. I looked over at the athletic dude and could see him sizing me up. It was almost like he was staring at me like a predator stalking his prey. There was something just not right with the guy. Queue the second red flag. “Hes a friend…th-th-this is a bit soon dont yea think? ” Miranda stuttered. “Soon? Id say it is as best a time as any. ” Lia replied. “But…in the daytime? Here? What about all of the people? ” Mirandas voice was filled with anxiety. “Who gives a shit about these piss ants? Ask me, Im doing the world a favor by getting rid of a few. Youre too soft, Miranda, probably gonna make it easy on me when I get to you. ” Lia smirked and aimed took aim at Miranda with a finger gun. “Pow! ” She exclaimed, pretending to shoot Miranda. “Itd be so easy, wouldnt it. She then took a black suitcase out of the trunk then slammed it closed. “Now if youll excuse me, I need to go and wish my little sister a happy birthday. Come along, Gregory. ” And that would be the third red flag, as I watched both Lia and Gregory walk into the campus. It didnt take me long to put two and two together and realize that Lia was here to kill Eri. After they were out of sight, Miranda grabbed onto my hand. “You have to get to her quick, I can get you to her fast, but you need to trust me. ” “What do you expect me to do? Fight them! I cant do that! ” I yelled. Lias eyes were empty and soulless, she wasnt someone who would even think twice about hurting someone. I wasnt some hero. I couldnt just fight some psychopathic witch. “Just warn Eri they are coming and get her away from here. ” Miranda said. “Cant you help her? ” I asked. Miranda shook her head. “We cant interfere directly, the best thing I can do is get you close to Eri. Please, Kevin, youre the only one who can help her! I dont want to lose her. ” Miranda begged me. I cursed myself for getting involved at all with this messed up family, but I couldnt bring myself to just abandon Eri. Even after all of the shit that had happened, I still loved her. “Alright…what do you need me to do? ” When I said that, I could see relief come over Miranda. “Close your eyes and clear your mind. I followed her instructions as she gripped my hand tighter and placed her other hand against my cheek. “Now I want you to picture a place you think she would be at. The closest you think you can get to her. ” I imagined the second floor of the library, there was this area that had a bunch of tables and a few bookshelves that was where Eri ended up spending most of her time, as they were where the most checked out books were kept. Id regularly find her there, placing the books back in their places. “Ok I got it. Good luck Kevin. Please, keep her safe. ” In an instant, I felt this overwhelming sensation of vertigo and then found myself standing in the library. The accuracy of the teleport was a bit off as I found myself standing on a table, but it worked. Part of me was astonished by the fact that I had literally teleported. But, when I remembered the bloodthirsty short girl and her creepy fucking boyfriend coming to kill, I pushed the thought away real quick. “Fuck me! Where the hell did you come from! ” I heard a student yell who was sitting at the table I was standing on. “That was some fucking Houdini shit he just pulled! Damn! ” There was quite the commotion going on now, but I tuned it all out as I looked around for Eri. I found her coming out from behind one of the bookshelves, probably drawn out by all the talking. I hopped off the table and ran over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. “We gotta go! Now! ” I yelled. “Why whats happening? ” “Its your sister, shes coming for you! ” Suddenly all of the lights shut off, and the library was plunged into darkness.

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First Cow movie. The scene where he is wearing the mask on his face, all I could see was Dwight wearing the CPR dummy face lmao. First Cow movie page imdb. I Quit New York Cameron Carling, 38, left to pursue a dream life in Costa Rica. Then he quit that, too. Interview by Alex Williams Jan. 20, 2020 I moved to New York in 2007 from Los Angeles, where I had been living after college at U. C. L. A. You show up in New York for a week in September, and youre like, This is the most magical goddamned place on the planet. This is where all of the things are happening in the world. I had no job, and figured that New York would just provide for me, and it nearly didnt. I was on the verge of running out of borrowed money when I landed a job at a huge tech company via a temp agency. That turned into a full-time gig, and I ended up working there for 11 years. I met my wife, Marcella, two weeks after I arrived, at a party. New York was awesome as a couple with no kids. We would go to outdoor movies in Bryant Park, see the symphony in Central Park. But after a decade or so, I started to burn out. Part of it was that my wife and I had two kids and we were living in an 1, 100-square-foot apartment in Brooklyn. Its a common refrain, but trying to raise a kid in New York is like growing an oak tree in a thimble. Also, Im originally from Utah, and wanted to be closer to nature, but in New York its hard to find a tree thats not growing out of cement. One day I was out on a terrace at work and listening to the hum of the city, and it just felt so unnatural. “Menacing” is too harsh a word, but its this hum of anxiety. Everyone is so tense, so hunched. Even the cars feel hunched. I thought, Ive got to get out of here. A buddy of mine had already given me a book called “Tools of Titans, ” and that got me into the FIRE movement. It stands for Financial Independence, Retire Early. The idea is that you learn to cut out luxuries and extra expenses and try to boost your personal savings rate as high as 70 percent of your income. Theres this concept called geo-arbitrage, where you take your savings and move to a place with a lower cost of living. My wife had always wanted to live abroad, so I started running the numbers. If we moved to a cheaper country, I thought I could just retire, and well all be happy. I could write a book. My wife speaks Spanish, and wanted our kids to learn it as well, so Spain was one option. We went on a fact-finding trip to Granada and Valencia, but life there rhymed too closely with New York. Wed still be living in an apartment building, in a city. It was New York with an accent. We figured we couldnt look at every single country, so lets just zero in on one. Costa Rica comes up on the list of everyones favorite places to vacation. Its beautiful, theres tons of outdoors stuff, and it has good international schools, which became sort of the tail wagging the dog for us. The whole family went down there on spring break and ended up in a town called Playa Potrero. It had this great view of the ocean, and you could hear howler monkeys in the jungle. You get swept up by the beauty of it. Also, it is very New York opposite. Theres one road. My wife was an elementary schoolteacher, but she took time off for the kids, and was just working part-time. She loves New York and was hesitant, but she felt outnumbered. She felt everybody needed more space. For the most part she was trying to support me on this Ive-got-to-get-out-of-here mission. I was in this mind-set of, Im never going to work for a company again, so I put in notice at work, and then it was a mad dash to start packing up our lives. We moved to Costa Rica in June 2018. Soon after we got there, Marcella took a job teaching first grade at the dual-language school our kids went to. So we did a swap. I became what they call an “amo de casa, ” a house husband. We ended up spending a little more on housing than we wanted to. We knew people who lived a little more rustically, with no washer, dryer, no air-conditioning. You can get that for 300 a month. But we didnt know how long we were going to be down there and we wanted to land in a good spot. So we rented a modern two-bedroom place on the beach. It was 3, 000 a month, but it had a pool, and we would open up the gates to the backyard, and that was the sand. I took about three months to decompress, but I realized pretty quickly, I couldnt retire. This is insane. Ive worked all my life. I get a lot of joy and fulfillment by creating things. And so, I started writing a book with a friend of mine back in Utah who wanted to adapt his podcast into a book. That was an interesting part of the move. I was 38 and just starting out as a writer. People said you cant do that, its too hard. But moving to a new country was this way to uproot some of these limiting beliefs, the idea that you cant just go and do something totally different. Sure you can. So I was writing the book, but my full-time job was mostly taking care of the house and grocery shopping. I had this very silly, not-real vision of riding my bike to the store and filling up my little basket with fruits and vegetables, but in reality, the roads are obscenely dangerous. Theres so much rain that theyre designed with a drop-off of three feet on either side for drainage, and everyone uses the same road — and when I say everyone, I mean cars, people on foot, people on bikes, dogs. You try going down the road and all of a sudden a cow appears out of nowhere. We ended up having to buy a car, a big Toyota S. U. V., but you pay at least 50 percent more for a car there than you would in the United States, because of all the taxes. The nice thing about the town was that there was a very intense, small-town feel, so breaking into the expat community was not super-difficult. But we were looking for an integrated experience, and it was much harder to break into the local community. I tried to volunteer a couple of times, but my Spanish wasnt up to snuff. Also, my wife has always been more the social connector, and Im the introvert who can sit inside all day long. But she was working full-time, so we were in the wrong roles. Our kids loved it there, and probably would have stayed forever, but we already knew by about three or four months that it wasnt the right place for us. That December, we took a weekend trip to see the Arenal volcano, and I was like, This is going to be great, were going to go out into nature. We were staying at this random Airbnb, this giant place like a furniture showroom way out in the middle of nowhere, and there was a bat in the ceiling that was making all this noise. I had just tried to hack a coconut in half with a dull machete and almost cut my toe off, and it was like, All right, what are we doing? We were already planning to head back to New York for the winter break, and when we got there I met up with a former colleague of mine at my old company, and she was setting up a new team in Austin. I thought, O. K., weve got to start making some moves in another direction. We moved from Costa Rica to Austin after 11 months, but I think we had to move to Costa Rica to end up in Austin. It was all about that relativity. Speaking for myself, I had to have that swing, to go there and say, “Thats not right, the answer is somewhere in the middle. ” I now ride my bike to work, safely, every day. Its 15 minutes along the lake. Its beautiful. The kids are going to a Spanish immersion school and theyre doing great. We live in a historic neighborhood called Clarksville, and we checked all the boxes: We got the rescue dog, and my daughter got some cowboy boots. Were settling into this new life. But again, who knows? I might just be a serial leaver. I thought that my (editorialized) headline would nicely sum up my thoughts on the guy. Evidently it did not as my post was mods: The lesson here is: don't attempt to perform "geographic arbitrage" without doing an ounce of research ahead of time about the place you are moving to. This goes for international moves, like the author's, but also for moves to different regions of your own country. You are setting yourself up to be scammed (3000 rent in Costa Rica. but it is also deeply disrespectful to locals if you do not make an attempt to fit into the culture and customs. This man even had the advantage of a Spanish-speaking wife yet made little attempt to learn the language or venture outside of the "expat" cringe) areas.

First cow movie plot. First Cow. August 30, 2019 8:47PM PT Kelly Reichardt gently explores how friendship and other human connections may have worked in a remote trading post in the Oregon Territory, circa 1820. After reports she was looking to make a movie abroad, Kelly Reichardt returns to the familiar wilds of Oregon with “ First Cow, ” a loose yet engaging adaptation of Pacific Northwest chronicler (and frequent Reichardt collaborator) Jon Raymonds novel “The Half-Life” — which, according to the director, was the book that made her want to work with him in the first place. Set a decent stretch before “Meeks Cutoff, ” an austere frontier disaster movie that explored the tragic fate of ill-prepared pioneers along the Oregon Trail, “First Cow” restores this familiar territory (which she and Raymond have been exploring since “Old Joy”) to an earlier time, just as the Royal West Pacific Trading Post receives its first dairy cow. Today, Americans take convenience for granted: Milk is sold by the gallon, biscuits can be gotten ready-made and a sophisticated economy exists for the buying and selling of goods. But Reichardt imagines a situation before so-called civilization — although, by the 1820s, the area had in fact been inhabited for thousands of years, it was still a few decades from statehood — when two outsiders without status found opportunity there, as well as an unlikely kind of friendship, by stealing the milk from the aforementioned cow to make “oily cakes” in a far-flung camp starved for any taste of home. In their capacity as a mass medium, the movies have been such a powerful tool in shaping the publics ideas of masculinity that its uncommon to see grown men embrace, or otherwise show any kind of physical affection. With this film, and to the extent that you accept Reichardts minimalist version of the past as accurate, the director invites us to consider what we have lost since society caught up with this primeval enclave on the edge of the world. Considering the attention Reichardt typically pays to female characters, one might rightly ask, where are the women in “First Cow”? Theres one in the opening scene: Alia Shawkat plays an anonymous young Oregonian — lets call her Wendy — whos walking her dog (might as well be Lucy) in the woods, when the animal finds a bone. Turns out, its a human cranium, long abandoned and only half buried. Lucy wanders off, while Wendy kneels and starts to brush away the surrounding dirt, slowly (everything happens slowly in Kelly Reichardt movies) to reveal two skeletons, both male, lying side by side, holding hands. Thats the last we see of Wendy or Lucy. From there on, “First Cow” unfolds in the past, concerning itself instead with other mysteries: Who were these two men? How did they get there? How did they die? And what was their relationship? At least, these questions are where certain minds will immediately gravitate, although the beauty of Reichardts work is that her movies are slender and unhurried and open-ended enough to invite any number of reactions. With “First Cow, ” we could just as easily muse on the fact that this 21st-century hiker has chosen this afternoon to venture out into the wild, looking for … what? Most likely, she just wanted to escape her modern life for a few hours, to get away from the traffic, ignore the telephone and lose herself in nature. “First Cow” offers audiences the same opportunity, even if this particular excursion should be laced with melancholy, seeing as how the two men were about to meet are bound to die together. Following along as he collects mushrooms, we meet “Cookie” Figowitz (John Magaro) so-called because he prepares the meals for a traveling group of salty fur trappers. Cookie is soft-spoken and too gentle for the likes of them, barely capable of catching wild animals for supper (at one point, he pauses to flip a salamander squirming on its back. Hes certainly not prepared to defend himself from the curious stranger (Orion Lee) he stumbles upon hiding naked in the brush. At first, Cookie assumes this exotic-looking man is a Native American, only to discover that hes in fact Chinese, a sailor named King-Lu, on the run from a group of Russians, and desperately hungry. Cookie could easily turn him in, but instead chooses to assist King-Lu, establishing in that instant a connection that blooms when the two men are reunited a short time later at the trading post, a makeshift community with precious few women — and even less in the way of livestock. Here, Reichardt and Raymonds script takes its most significant departure from the novel. In the book, Cookie and a different friend earn their fortune trading castoreum, a sweet-smelling substance beavers use to mark their territory. The screen version streamlines their capitalistic venture considerably: Cookie cooks — while King-Lu markets — “oily bread” they make using milk stolen from the colonys English chief factor (Toby Jones) who has married a Native (Lily Gladstone) lives in a proper house and owns the primitive settlements first and only cow. Thats a simpler idea, and one that lends the ensuing story a basic, fable-like quality — far preferable to the relatively elaborate plot of Raymonds book (described by Kirkus Reviews as “unglamorous and sad, but compelling, ” which could also be said for most of Reichardts movies. Reichardt specializes in pared-down narratives, sometimes stripping away so much that boredom sets in. “First Cow” may be lean, but it offers ample room to ruminate in the comparison between its two time periods. Reuniting with “Meeks Cutoff” DP Christopher Blauvelt, Reichardt once again confines the Wests panoramic potential to a nearly square cinematic frame — although in this case, the boxed-in Academy ratio serves to shift our focus from the land to the special bond between these two characters, which is a beautiful thing. If there are conspicuously few female characters in Reichardts latest film (Natives are also included, but strictly in supporting roles) its because the director wants to draw attention to a kind of homophilic connection. While not impossible today, it seems easier beyond societys reach, when the Pacific Northwest was still wild and friendship wasnt something one declared publicly via Facebook moments after making someones acquaintance, but a kind of profound intimacy that developed over time. James Bond made his way to Super Bowl LIV, debuting a new trailer for “No Time to Die. ” The footage, putting the spotlight on Daniel Craigs British spy, promises the 25th “Bond” movie will change everything. “No Time to Die” is Craigs fifth take on the secret agent, a role he first assumed in 2006s. Scarlett Johansson and Florence Pugh take center stage in the new “Black Widow” trailer that dropped at the 54th Super Bowl. Details are scarce on the next Marvel movie, directed by Cate Shortland, but new footage teases Natasha Romanoffs life before she was an Avenger. “You dont know everything about me, ” Johanssons Black Widow says. Tom Cruise has made an enemy in the newest “Top Gun: Maverick” trailer, which premiered during the 54th annual Super Bowl on Sunday. “My Dad believed in you, Im not going to make the same mistake, ” says Miles Teller who is playing Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, son of Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, deceased wingman to Cruises character. The Sundance Film Festival is fighting a battle thats been building for several years, and what its fighting for can be summed up in one word: relevance. What makes a Sundance movie relevant? In a sense, the old criteria still hold. Its some combination of box-office performance, awards cachet, and that buzzy, you-know-it-when-you-see-it thing of. When Tim Bell died in London last summer, the media response was largely, somewhat sheepishly, polite: It was hard not to envision the ruthless political spin doctor still massaging his legacy from beyond the grave. “Irrepressible” was the first adjective chosen in the New York Times obituary. “He had far too few scruples about who he. After three weeks in theaters, Sonys “Bad Boys for Life” is officially the highest-grossing installment in the action-comedy series. The Will Smith and Martin Lawrence-led threequel has made 291 million globally to date, pushing it past previous franchise record holder, 2003s “Bad Boys II” and its 271 million haul. The first entry, 1995s “Bad Boys, ”. World War I story “1917” dominated the BAFTA film awards, which were awarded Sunday evening at Londons Royal Albert Hall with Graham Norton hosting. The wins for “1917” included best film, best director for Sam Mendes and outstanding British film. 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Green shirt guy cleaning up ay. First cow movie 2020. Edit Storyline A loner and cook (John Magaro) has traveled west and joined a group of fur trappers in Oregon Territory, though he only finds connection with a Chinese immigrant (Orion Lee. The men collaborate on a business, although its longevity is reliant upon the participation of a wealthy landowner's prized milking cow. Written by A24 Plot Summary, Add Synopsis Motion Picture Rating ( MPAA) Rated PG-13 for brief strong language. Details Release Date: 6 March 2020 (USA) See more  » Company Credits Technical Specs See full technical specs  ».

Types of comments: 90% about mistakes were made 7% quality comments 2% about types of comments. 1% about types of comments about comments. So I bought a PS4 a few months ago and I've been playing through the library. So far, I've marked done Doom, Horizon Zero Dawn, God of War and Spider-Man on my list. I've got play-throughs on Bloodbourne and Resident Evil 2 partially complete and on hold; Mostly due to the fact that I recently picked up Control, which I intend to talk about this post. I like to write my thoughts down when I play game so I thought I would share them here for this game and maybe in the future I'll start posting my thoughts on the other titles I've been playing. Minor spoils follow. I don't ruin any of the main plots points, but I do talk about some aspects of the game that it might be better to discover fresh. The game really does reward exploration, experimentation and paying attention. I recommend going into it without knowing anything about it. So with that in mind, continue on. (OP note: It may or may not be of interest, but this is the first game where I found myself using the screen capture feature of the PS4. I've included some of the screenshots I collected along the way in my write up. Again, nothing too spoilery, but like I said, some parts of this game are better discovered first hand. Control is the first game of this generation that truly blown me away. First of all, I love this game's story. Maybe it's because I'm partial to Weird Fiction. I love stories about supernatural phenomenon being investigated by shadowy government agencies. Drawing obvious influences from China Mieville, Mark Danielewski's House of Leaves and even Douglas Adams Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (the game has a certain, dry sense of humor) this game stands among them in the panthenon of great story-telling and unique plots. You play as Jesse Faden (is this the era of the gingers? First Aloy from HZD, now Jesse from Control) a woman with a mysterious past from the town of Ordinary who walks into what is ostensibly an office building, but turns out to be something called the Oldest House, a place that may or may not be sentient, but definitely has a character all of its own. The Federal Bureau of Control, the aforementioned shadowy agency, has set up shop in the Oldest House and investigates reports of 'paranatural' phenonmena all over the country. Over the course of the game, you get know its employees, and its strange purpose within the government. Framing the FBC as a mindless bureaucracy gives a sort of satiric banality to what happens within its walls. The presentations given by Dr. Darling, the head of research at FBC, over the course of the game evoke a 1960s, Cold War era, with fishbowl radar screens and room encompassing computers. It gives everything that follows a sinister, clinical overtone. The game obviously drew heavy influence from Stanley Kubrick in visual story telling, right down to Black Rock (a strange resource extracted from another dimension that keeps out the mind control rays) a seemingly intentional reference to 2001: A Space Odyssey's monolith. It's reveal in the Quarry is almost a scene for scene remake of the Moon sequence when the astronauts first uncover the monolith. And it's even made even weirder by the fact that you just opened a door in the Oldest House (a convergence of dimensions in our world; it acts as hub for the different levels of the game; it's constantly shifting in Lovecraftian fashion) and you've found yourself in an alien space, with spotlights shining down on an excavation site. There's hints of The Shining, as well, in the way the game cuts to nonsequitors, like the Janitor's eerie Eastern European visage. It's a type of psychological horror that has been missing from games since Eternal Darkness. But for every horrifying mind-bending scare, there's a strange juxtaposition of the absurd. One moment, there's flash cuts of your insane brother smiling at you and your name scrawled in blood across glass. You hear screams. Suddenly, the down-right eerie wail of the Hiss (more on them later) is everywhere. It's half static and half inaudible rantings about doom and destruction. At first, you aren't sure if it's just background noise, but as you draw closer to its source, it gets more distinct. You realize the corpses floating like rag dolls in thin air are broadcasting the wailing from their mouths. You look around and pace down the hall, tensed up, discovering a sealed laboratory with bodies all around it. Experiments have been conducted here. You peer through the glass to discover. a birthday balloon. Pic 1: A Birthday Balloon But wait. What were those screams? You check out the next lab, where you heard them, and find. a man whose job is to stare at a refrigerator all day, lest it shifts dimensions and go on a murdering spree, Pic 2: A Murderous Refrigerator I love stories about the Weird and things beyond the scope of human understanding, where the profound gets mixed with the absurd. The original Prey (2006) hit on something I think video games often ignore. Your Call of Duties, your Grand Theft Autos, ultimately they tell stories that take place in our universe. Even fantastical games like the Witcher or Elder Scrolls are still bound by our laws of physics. When you play them, they don't evoke the total sense of wonder this game manages to capture, at least for me; they miss the mark in way that ultimately reveals a lack of imagination. Prey was the first time I played game where I felt like I entered an alternate dimension, a finer distillation of the same formula Half Life and Portal started. It had weird spaces where you would walk one direction and end up back where you started in perverse sort of mobius strip geometry. It had puzzles where you had to think laterally about the environment and use it to progress. I am reminded of a puzzle in particular where you are stranded in a cage, sort of similar to the movie Cube, and without spoiling anything, you need to literally think outside of the box to free yourself. Control does something similar with alot of its presentation. The puzzles are maybe not as elaborates, inventive or involved as Prey, but what it lacks in substance, it makes up for with a dizzing amount of style and design. Walls shift and rearrange. Kaleidoscopic geometries paint the Astral Plane in weird clusters of blocks. The game oozes creepy otherwordliness with every inch, Pic 3: The Astral Plane And the graphics, holy cow. I'm a mildly patient gamer, so I've been out of it for the past decade or so and haven't really been keeping up. Before I got a PS4, the most current game I had played was probably early 360/PS3 era. Having recently upgraded, this is the first game out of all of the ones I mentioned in the beginning that has seemed like a next-gen game, graphics-wise. Every object in the game can be interacted with. Pneumatic tubes bounce and jostle together when you push a cart of them down a hall. You can tip over ladders in an infinite amount of ways by pressing on different parts of them. Shadows are cast in real time with ray tracing. As perhaps an overly jaded older gamer (it's just fancy graphics, right. I took for granted how impressive all of this technology could be, but the first time I bumped into one of the projectors (scattered through the offices of the Oldest House showing HR videos from the FBC: mundane orientations for employees acquanting themselves with the paranatural) and the image splits across a corner in the wall, I was taken a back by the attention to detail, Pic 4: Ray-tracing Projector, Before Pic 5: Ray-tracing Projector, After Note, the above is much more impressive when the video is motion and the image dilates and contracts based on the length of the ray. If you angle the video just right at a corner while its playing (a hard task, you can't actually pick things up with your hands. I wish you could) you can create some interesting distortions. But maybe that's just me geeking out over an absurdly cool technological achievement. While on the topic of the technical achievements of this game, can I just the say the physics in this game are probably the best physics in any game I have ever played? It reminds me of the first time I played Half Life 2 and I realized that goddamn washer-dryer was actually independently rendered and you could fling it around with the gravity gun. There was a part of this game where I dropped a few feet on top an aluminum vent and the vent left foot prints where I had landed. Something so tiny, yet I was blown away. I have read in reviews that the development team built their own physics engine and it shows. Every thing in the game has weight. You bump into a desk, everything on the desk moves, down to the coffee mugs and papers. It's incredible how mundane every single detail is. It serves to highlight the more chaotic sections, especially when you start to get telekinetic abilities. Literally everything in the game can be used as a projectile. It adds a whole new dimension to firefights. I found myself looking around rooms while bullets were flying, searching for that one explosive tank I could fling or some scaffolding I pull down. The element of destruction in this game harkens back to the original Red Faction or Mercenaries games. While you can't blow up everything to scale you could in those games, enough of the terrain is destructible that the illusion is all but complete. I was incredibly surprised the first time I flung a bench through the air and it shattered through a series of glass windows and came out the other end. The game truly shines when all of these elements come together, when the graphics and physics work in sync with the weird atmosphere and run-and-gun gameplay. In one of the side missions, you find yourself in an altered dimension with grandfather clocks everywhere. Rooms full of literally hundreds of clocks. You wade through clocks, with them jostling at your knees as the Hiss rain down on you (the vaguely hive mind-esque zombies of the Control universe; similar to the zombies in Pontypool, an obscure zombie movie taking place in a radio station where the zombie virus is transmitted through broadcasts. And it suddenly occurs to you: start chucking clocks. Control is full of bizarre moments like this, where you find yourself throwing clocks at inter-dimensional zombies. Pic 6: Clocks! The game could probably benefit from a cover section. Instead, the game opts for a more classical shooter approach, where it encourages you to run into crowds of enemies and employ all the new abilities you've acquired. Maybe this is for the best. A cover-based system would incentivize you to hang back (you can crouch and take cover, just like the AI does, and it does help, but that's so not the point of this game. The game is much more fun when everything is chaos, when rooms are flying apart at the seams, tables are flying through the air, fire extinguishers are exploding, and you are juggling grenades with your telekinesis while zipping through the air and blasting through plate glass in spectacular fashion. There are moments when there are probably hundreds of on screen objects moving independently, all casting their own shadows and exploding in particle showers. It's beautiful to behold. And that brings us probably the only major problem I've encountered with the game so far. It tries do too much. In certain areas, where the Hiss gather in groups by the dozen and every object and glass shard is animated, the game can slow down considerably. I've also had significant problems with textures loading. Sometimes I will walk into a room and the posters on the wall will take thirty seconds or more to resolve into something more than an amorphous blob. This is a shame, because Control takes such care to put detail everywhere. Every room tells a story. You find an office in the Logistics department in the Containment sector and inside, you find reports from employees about various Altered Items (uh, just go with it) being contained inside. You fall through a floor and find yourself face to face with a black smoke monster straight of Lost, so you huff it and take refuge in one of the Shelter rooms scattered through the Oldest House; inside you find a locker marked emergency supplies and posters on the walls warning of AWE (Alter World Events; again, just go with it. The game has a pretty extensive codex where it details all of its mythology. Except you have to wait for the textures to load in a lot of cases. It removes you from the game. Being a math geek, I enjoyed coming across whiteboards scrawled with actual equations, Pic 7: Quantum Physics but again, it sort of takes you out of it when you have to zoom in and stare it at for ten or more seconds before it resolves into something readable. This didn't happen all the time (and I did notice it happens more frequently if I start the game up from a suspended session. It seems to like if I turn the console all the way off and back on. If you can get past those shortcomings (I've read there is a patch; sadly, I don't have internet at my apartment) this game is a delight. It's sort of a Metroidvania-lite. The areas are gated by 'Clearance' and there's plenty of reasons to back track. All of the side missions I've encountered so far have been organic; they aren't your typical fetch or grind quests. You'll encounter a guard next to a lamp switch and he'll tell you to pull it and suddenly you're in the Oceanview Motel. You ring the bell at the desk and one of the doors open. You peer inside and the room is upside down. The bizarre narrative being told never breaks. There's hardly any menus or quest markers or interface of any sort. Everything you need to know is presented to you in game. You'll find yourself consulting maps on walls or scrolling through office doors looking for Dr. Darling's placards instead of following blips on a map or arrows on a compass to your next destination. The game design is insidiously clever. For that alone, I'd elevate this game to the status of great. But with everything else I've talked about, like I said, this game is something else. The developers put a lot of time crafting every aspect of the game; it feels like you are exploring the Oldest House and uncovering it bit by bit, building up your team as you find more and more survivors holed in different parts of the facility (by the way, this game has a fantastic script and voice-acting; the characters are all the exact right mix of untrustworthy, weird, creepy and yet. endearing) Most of the abilities are optional and you aren't even aware you're about to get an ability most of the time(it took me a while before I realized the essential game loop; I won't ruin. You'll just be exploring an obstacle course and wham, there's an a rampaging floppy disk hurling debris at you. You subdue and find yourself in the Astral Plane, talking to a giant inverted pyramid about the joys of launching objects with your mind; everything you encounter is woven into the mythology of the game and it's so thoroughly bizarre and campy, you can't help but love it. The game encourages you to think in new ways, too. Is that room gated off by a clearance you don't have? Does it have windows? Why don't you toss a bench through the window and crawl in the opening? In this way, you 'break' sequence. If you allow yourself to fully embrace the game, you will find lots of little moments like this. I suppose I should mention the mod and resource system. They are a relatively minor part of the game, but they are there. Honestly, there's nothing special about the weapons or the upgrades. There's no real resource management. This isn't a survival horror game; it's a shooter, through and through. You pop open containers and collect numbers on a scoreboard that have little effect on the overall game besides when you sometimes notice you're eligible for an upgrade, which again, doesn't seem to have a noticeable effect on the game, besides stat boosting. It's a shame a game that took so much care in other areas didn't have a better developed skill tree or weapon system. I found myself picking two guns out of the five offered and then never looking back. There's an in game explanation for why you only use one gun and its various 'forms' and I suppose you could compare your Service Weapon to Samus's charge beam in Metroid (and the comparison is definitely there to be made, I think. They have been trying to make this game for years, at least in terms of gameplay. Second Sight, Psi Ops, Infamous, Star Wars Force Unleashed, they have all tried to capture what Control finally makes to effectively bottle. Over the course of the game, you become a super hero and a force of nature. Physics becomes a suggestion you only have to obey if you want. And the game knows it. The levels become more and more twisted as you progress, until you find yourself exploring landscapes straight out of an M. S. Escher painting, Pic 8: Let's Get Weird If it's not obvious by now, I highly recommend Control.

Movie the first cow. First cow movie poster. Director must be friends with Ra's Al Ghul. Dude if I see one team doing that in my games bc of you ima sue xD. Posted on Wednesday, January 8th, 2020 by Meeks Cutoff and  Wendy and Lucy director  Kelly Reichardt has a talent for portraying the American working class experience through quiet, contemplative frontier dramas — letting humanity shine through the grim wilderness. Her latest film,  First Cow, does that as well, but under the cover of a rather quirky premise: a cook and a refugee strike up a close friendship and an unusual business deal by stealing milk from a cow. It sounds like the set-up for a joke, but it is in fact the foundation for one of the most lovely and tender portrayals of male friendship in some time. Watch the  First Cow trailer below. First Cow Trailer John Magaro stars as Cookie Figowitz, a soft-spoken cook for a group of fur trappers who strikes up an unlikely friendship with the Chinese refugee Henry Brown ( Orion Lee. Cookies pipe dream is to open his own bakery, an unlikely goal in the wilderness of the frontier, but the shrewd Henry sees an opportunity with the arrival of the first cow of the Oregon Territory, under the ownership of a wealthy trading post resident (Toby Jones. Thus begins a rather oddball plot: Cookie and Henry steal milk from the cow to bake cakes, which become a sensation at the grim settlement they live in. I got the chance to see  First Cow at the New York Film Festival, and it was one of the loveliest unlikely buddy comedies Id seen. “ First Cow  is a laughably low stakes drama that plays on the intense expectations set for these kind of pioneer films, instead focusing on the lovely relationship between Cookie and King as they dream of making enough money to strike out west and settle down together, ” I wrote in my NYFF recap. While its a decidedly slim and low-stakes drama,  First Cow is a gift of a movie that teaches that maybe the first cow really was the friends we made along the way. Here is the synopsis for  First Cow: When Cookie Figowitz, the cook for a party of volatile fur trappers trekking through the Oregon Territory in the 1820s, joins up with the refugee Henry Brown, the two begin a wild ride that takes them from the virgin territory of the West all the way to China and back again. First Cow opens in theaters on  March 6, 2020. Cool Posts From Around the Web.

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